It wasn’t Ron’s fault he couldn’t focus… you were just so perfect and he felt himself get giddy just looking at you.

He loved the way you talked, that way you would explain things to him about a million times before he understood without getting annoyed. You were like an angel. His angel.

Harry and Hermione would never let him hear the end of it if they knew what he was thinking. They always make fun of him for how lovesick he is, or how jealous he can get. Except he’s not a super jealous person… in his opinion.

He’s so distracted, a dopey grin on his face as he studies your profile. That’s the only studying he likes to do. He loves the way you look in the light of the library.

He wasn’t even listening to what you were saying at this point. In all honesty, he hasn’t been listening at all.

So he had to blink when you turn to look at him.

“Sorry…” he says, with the decency to act sheepish. “I wasn’t paying attention.”

“You’re just… distracting, y’know? Explain it again, I’ll listen this time.”